The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5218

“Do it—fast,” Jared said.

Sword in hand, he dashed toward the bear, each stride striking sparks, every heartbeat measuring Flaxseed’s dwindling seconds.

The Blackshade Demon Bear saw the challenger return and erupted, paws the size of ox-carts swiping with world-ending fury.

Jared weaved beneath the blows, streaks of silver sword energy nicking its flank, drawing its wrath away from Flaxseed.

The black-robed man arrived a breath later, hesitation flickering at the sight of the beast, then vanishing as he joined the slaughter with merciless intent.

Jared now fought inside a lethal triangle—bear before him, assassin at his back—and each misstep promised shattered bones.

Calm as a stone in rapids, he spun, parried, and sidestepped, his Dragonslayer Sword sketching bright lines that kept both foes from breaching the invisible wall around Flaxseed.

Behind that fragile perimeter, Flaxseed’s brush flew across talisman paper, lines of glowing ink coiling into ancient sigils as quickly as his shaking hands could birth them.

Jared poured every last drop of spiritual energy into the half-finished talisman. The world beyond him dissolved to a blur while beads of sweat gathered on his brow, slid down the bridge of his nose, and spattered onto the parchment.

Beyond his narrow focus, the drain on his core deepened until each fresh surge of power felt wrenched from bone and marrow. Meanwhile, the Blackshade Demon Bear hammered at him with growing ferocity, its black-robed handlers moving in murderous harmony.

Thin cuts scored his arms and ribs—shallow wounds, yet sharp enough to steal precious speed.

“Flaxseed, how much longer?” Jared shouted, twisting aside just in time to let the bear’s claw crash through empty air. Pivoting on one heel, he snapped his sword backward and forced a black-robed attacker to retreat.

“Move!” Jared barked. He seized Flaxseed by the collar and raced deeper into the forest, dodging thorny trunks and hanging vines as shadows flickered at their backs.

Behind them the lead figure in black paused, torn between rage and caution. A moment later, his decision snapped into place. “After them—don’t let the prey slip away!” They gave chase again, though wariness slowed their stride; no one wished to cross the bear’s new path.

Using that hesitation, Jared and Flaxseed plunged so far into the maze of trees that pursuit sounds faded. At last they collapsed beside a hidden mountain stream, lungs burning, clothes soaked through with sweat.

Cold water lapped over torn sleeves and open cuts, sending bright needles of pain through aching limbs.

“We finally lost them,” Flaxseed gasped. He gulped several mouthfuls of the icy water, the chill snapping his senses awake. “Blackshade Demon Palace hounds a man like his shadow. Miserable lot.”

Jared leaned against a slab of rock, circulating energy to refill his drained reserves. “If they dared follow us out here, Lunaria has torn every scrap of diplomacy to shreds. From now on, we’re targets for Blackshade Demon Palace, Blackwind Stronghold, and every faction that helped massacre my clan.”